Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Saudi Arabia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Mo-Dettes,
Sällskapet,
Peter & Gordon,
Yusef Lateef,
the Soft Cell,
The Victims,
Lucky Dragons,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Misunderstood,
The Doors,
The Offenders,
Toni Rubio,
Moby Grape,
Adolescents,
Donny Hathaway,
Jerry's Kids,
Con Funk Shun,
Danielle Patucci,
New Age Steppers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minny Pops,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ken Boothe,
Cymande,
Skriet,
Los Fastidios,
Kaleidoscope,
Gabor Szabo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Harmonia,
The Slits,
The Searchers,
Young Marble Giants,
Blancmange,
Tubeway Army,
the Human League,
Pussy Galore,
Eddi Front,
Reagan Youth,
Grey Daturas,
Lower 48,
Althea and Donna,
The Move,
Excepter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultimate Spinach,
La Düsseldorf,
Trumans Water,
Neil Young,
The Zeros,
Qualms,
Spoonie Gee,
Slick Rick,
Grauzone,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Christie,
Gong,
Scrapy,
Joey Negro,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ten City,
Pantytec,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.